The scene is still spectacular.

This is their highest etiquette to express gratitude.

However, this spectacular scene, compared to the six adult white-headed arrow-headed corpses on the ground and the corpses of hundreds of young birds, seemed a bit tragic.

Mo Shi knew from their memories that this was their etiquette.

He nodded without saying anything more.

A pair of wings condensed by energy slapped and flew towards the fireworks swamp.

Behind him were the more than 300 white-headed arrow eagles.

"ah----"

After Mo Shi left, he was more than ten names, in a nest in the middle of the Thousand-Level Cliff.

A small white-headed arrow emblem broke out of its shell.

But its appearance is different from ordinary white-headed arrow carvings.

On the head of the Sutra, there was a feather raised high.

Its parents were stunned when they saw this white-headed arrow eagle.

Then suddenly, he shouted to the sky: "Ah—"

The other white-headed arrow eagles were stunned when they heard the long sound.

Then he quickly flew to the nest.

When they saw this newly born white-headed arrow eagle, they all shouted to the sky like its parents:

"ah--"
Chapter completed!